musebox for Ashfae's minions

There is much laughter and much shivering in turn, and no small amount of playful splashing as they wash themselves and each other. The water sparkles like mithril in the sun. "If I remember right, there is a large bathtub at the hunting lodge," Eowyn says, splashing two cupped hands worth of water over her shoulders. Her eyes are gleaming. "One that might be large enough for us both, if that catches your fancy."